desperance | Ginger: an ongoing love affair

I just peeled the better part of a pound of ginger. With a teaspoon, which is my new favourite method. No cut fingers, and no wasted knobbles; the edge of a spoon will just scrape away the skin and nothing more, and it's easily as quick as a knife, and it'll get into all the awkward angles, and it's fun.

So, yeah. I only went into the kitchen to test the process, and I ended up peeling all the ginger I had. Which is now soaking overnight in water, and tomorrow will be boiled and preserved in syrup, and a few lucky friends may get some for Christmas if I don't totally bollix it up. I've always liked the making-stuff-for-Xmas thing, rather than buying gifts; and in my case of course that translates inevitably into cooking-stuff-for-Xmas.

I do feel fractionally guilty about scattering shreds of ginger-skin all over our freshly-cleaned kitchen, but only fractionally. And I did pick most of them up.